October 29

What though things change and pass, nor come again!

Thou, the life-heart of all things, changest never.

The sun shines on; the fair clouds turn to rain,

And glad the earth with many a spring and river.

The hearts that answer change with chill and shiver,

That mourn the past, sad-sick, with hopeless pain,

They know not thee, our changeless heart and brain.